"So how you been?" The blond fellow asked.

"I've been better." Kale didn't know what else to say as he looked behind him to make sure this person wasn't in the bathroom with him. There was no one. Just the figment in the mirror that was talking to him. Who looked to be looking at himself as well as he pulled his stringy locks behind one ear and then the other. "What do you want?"

"Oh, I don't know. You're there. I'm here. It wasn't suppose to happen this way." He shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

"You know where you belong and its not there." He spoke in riddles then.

"I don't even know who in the fuck you are?" Kale winced then. His head was hurting maybe it was all a bad dream.

"We go way back. Why did you forget?" He looked at Kale as if he were a bit offended that he couldn't place him. Exactly. "Oh yeah, its like that. How could I forget?" he smiled. "But it all comes rushing back like an avalanche."

Kale had no idea what he was going on about.

"You think you turned it all around, now don't you?" Kale didn't want to listen. He wanted to walk away. He didn't want to listen. "You took me out. You put me here." His words sounded so bitter and final.

"And to think we were friends once. Really good friends. The best," he reminded Kale now as he turned away. "But she had to come between us..."

Kale couldn't listen to another word. He shut the bathroom door behind him. His heart beat thrust then. Kale blinked seeing the face more clearly in his mind now.

"Evan." He could hardly breathe his name.